FITCH is a bar owner who works his own bar counter most nights. He shares a story about what took place only the night before in his establishment.
FITCH: Paulie comes in here last night barking like a little Chihuahua about how all the ass in the bar vanished and its become a sausage fest. He’s in here dissing my bar in front of my customers. So, I tell him to go home. He tells me to shut up—back and forth we go and the next thing I know, I’m jumping over the bar with a bat but this was after he kicked my bar counter and threw a stool at the wall mirror and by some miracle, the thing didn’t shatter.
When I jumped over the bar, bat in hand, he pulls out a gun. So I freeze! He fires four rounds into one of my flat screen t.v’s and runs out. Cops come here cause the shots fired were reported and I said it was some crazy guy I ain’t never seen before come in and tried robbing the place.
What am I supposed to do? Tell me. I couldn’t tell the cops, I mean I could but I don’t want to do any of that…his father and me go way back and…(sighs) little prick.